This past weekend was a cold and dreary one along the Chesapeake bay. The weather brought with it a bit of unease and melancholia. Self-medicating seemed in order.
I spent part of the day in Downtown Annapolis, just me and the pup. The kids had slept late and Marc didn’t feel like going out in the rain. While feeding the ducks a man approached. He asked if he could pet Gordon. Gordy loves that, little attention junkie that he is.
While we talked about the dog and the dog did all his cute moves to get more pets the man shared how much he loved being around dogs. He said, “dogs never think twice about being nice. They seem to know if they are good to you you’ll be nice back. Sad that doesn’t always work out for them.” He thanked me, rubbed Gordy’s head and walked away only to turn around and head back.
He then said he hated to ask but he was homeless and hungry and wondered if I had some change to spare. Without thinking twice I handed him a $20. I tend to be very wary of panhandlers having seen more than one head off for a fix. He could have been intending to do the same thing but I realized in that moment it wasn’t my place to judge. I could do a nice thing because it was nice and leave it at that.
A dog doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. ~ John Grogan
Heading back to the car I heard someone call, “Hey, Gordon’s mom!” I looked across the street and it was the same guy with a big bag full of sandwiches from Jimmy Johns. He smiled and said, “thanks for understanding.”